Novel Tentang Diri Sendiri Novels & Stories

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

The room was filled with books, mementos of her journey, and her laptop, which held the drafts of a novel she had been working on—a story of resilience, love, and the power of second chances. As she sat down at her desk, her fingers gliding across the keyboard, Katie knew that her own story had only just begun. She had embraced her true self, leaving behind the shattered reflections of the past. And as she typed, the words flowed effortlessly, capturing the essence of her journey and the enduring love and support she had found.

I didn’t want to appear desperate or make him think the wrong things. For these reasons, I found myself alone at home for a whole week after school. It was nice at first; I spent the days catching up on social media, watching TV and most especially, reading all the erotica I had saved on my phone and those I had borrowed from the store. I even tried my hand at writing my own book, which didn’t go so well. It was a good book to my standards, but by the fourth chapter, I realized that my male lead shared a suspiciously large amount of qualities with someone in real life. Daniel.

Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls. "Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess. "You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself around as a companion. I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I only had 1 left. Fridge magnets. I left the others in the car! You're an idiot Taylen.

I picked it up and read the title. Thousand moments to die by Alina Gupta. "You've read this?" I lifted my eyes up to see him nodding. Of course, he would read it. His best friend wrote it. "It was a heartbreaking novel." I was shocked when I learned about Alina writing. It wasn't something I knew about. Hell most of the school didn't know Alina write. When in the start of the year, I saw it on f*, I was curious to read it. I bought it and I ended it in a day.

I said referring to the novel in his hand. "Yeah i'm almost done with it,it's also great" Mig said and continued reading. I don't want to rush this novel,i want to savor every bit of it. I'm a fast reader,i could finish reading a novel in an hour but not like this novel..It seems unique. Did i just say i'm a fast reader? How did i know that?...cause this novel seems my first..Or; Have i read any novel before this? Am i a lover of novels? I asked myself trying hard to remember but i felt a sharp pain tore through my head...I cried out.

Chapter 4- Target The fear spread to Elise entirely that halted her breathing. The man Samantha talking right now is no other than the villain in the early chapter of the novel. He’s a complete psycho! A nut dog who has a sadistic tendency. Elise is having goosebumps remembering the scenes from the book she read. Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

Get a hold of yourself Melissa, he's already engaged to Keira" I scolded myself mentally. I opened my bag to see what novel I had in it, I'm a lover of fantasy novels because it kind of takes me to another world that doesn't exist, I always put one in my bag, just incase I'm being locked by Derek Houston and his likes in the classroom or stores, at least I will have something to keep me busy till I get someone to free me. I brought out the novel that I have started reading before now, titled, "Adonis" it's a fictional story about shape shifters, although I have only read one chapter, it seems it will be an interesting novel.